Great Leader of Thine Israel’s Host

Great Lead­er of Thine Is­ra­el’s host

We shout Thy con­quer­ing name;

Legions of foes be­set Thee round

And le­gions fled with shame.

A vic­to­ry glo­ri­ous and com­plete

Thou by Thy death didst gain;

So in Thy cause may we con­tend

And death it­self sus­tain.

By our il­lus­tri­ous gen­er­al sired

We no ex­tremes would fear;

Prepared to strug­gle and to bleed

If Thou

our Lord

be near.

We’ll trace the foot­steps Thou hast drawn

To tri­umph and re­nown;

Nor shun Thy com­bat and Thy cross

May we but share Thy crown.